#Burning Hot Events

[kataklizmic]

#My Chemical Romance #Gerard Way #Taking Back Sunday #Kimya Dawson #Ray Toro #Mikey Way #Mikey Fuckin Way #Frank Iero #Burning Hot Events #concert review #concert #concert photography #music journalism

[apopcornkernel]

batman: track and field au

author's note: i just miss track and field varsity even though i wasnt even that good... and ive been thinking about batman track and field au for FOREVER. so today i wrote a bit 📝

things u need to know: bruce is not batman. he's a coach at a school where the rest of the justice league teaches. yes, they're still the justice league. and yes, his robins still end up as vigilantes. jason is 15 in this; the joker hasn't gotten to him yet. also i added some characters ahead of the timeline bc i love them :/

Jason stumbles over from the finish line, grinning and sweat-drenched. And then his face screws up in sudden distress, and he promptly wobbles and collapses onto the hot stadium mat.

A half-formed sound of alarm—

Bruce leaps over the bleacher railing and sprints.

A poor, well-meaning race official gets there first, but Bruce shoulders him roughly aside and crouches by Jason. Jason has turned on his side, holding his right knee tight to his chest and making little pained gasps.

It tears at his heart. “Jason,” Bruce says.

Jason’s eyes are screwed shut, and he says nothing, but one of his hands reach blindly in Bruce’s direction and Bruce grasps it tightly.

“You were terrific, chum.” He squeezes, and feels the tremor that goes through his son. “Stretch your leg out for me.”

Jason shakes his head. “Hurts—”

“I know. I know. Please, Jay.”

It’s slow, and excruciating, but between the two of them they manage to get Jason sitting up, his leg extended straight against the ground. One hand of Bruce’s presses down firmly on the knee, and the other pushes his foot to flex, the metal spikes of Jason’s shoes digging hard into the callused flesh of Bruce’s palm. Jason leans back on his hands, spread flat against the ground, head tilted up to open, cloudless sky, exhaling drawn-out, shaky breaths.

The speakers blare out the next events—second call for Male C’s 400-meter hurdles, and third call for Female B’s high jump. The left side of the crowd begins clapping on beat for their star javelin thrower as she rocks back on her feet, once, twice, and begins bounding forward. Bruce makes a displeased noise. He hopes his throwers remember to pay attention.

A mosquito buzzes by Bruce’s ear and he shakes his head sharply to drive it away. The sweat has been beading at his hairline all throughout, and now it rolls torturously slow down his face. As his hands are otherwise occupied, he makes no move to wipe it, and does his best to ignore the unpleasant sensation.

At last, Jason’s breathing evens out. He tugs his leg gingerly away from Bruce’s hold, cheeks flushed with exertion and, doubtless, embarrassment. “Thanks.”

Bruce sits back on his haunches and wipes the sweat off his face. “Ready to stand?”

Jason raises a hand, wincing as he tests the muscles of his leg. “One sec.”

Bruce nods shortly. Jason safe, his attention wanders over to the bleachers. Tim, thank God, is dragging Damian away from the high railing. Dick and Cass are eating lunch with much avidity—Dick’s best event, high jump, had just ended before Jason’s, and Cass seems to have just returned from shot put. Duke and Stephanie are nowhere in sight, and for a moment Bruce is alarmed, but then he spots them at the stage and relaxes. Duke must have won his high jump—he stands on the highest podium, and even from here Bruce can tell he’s grinning—and Stephanie is clicking away on the school camera next to the official photographer.

As he watches Stephanie turn the camera backward and attempt to take a selfie with Duke, there’s a tap on his thigh. Bruce extends his hand without looking and grasps the hand that interlocks with his, pulling Jason up with ease.

Bruce glances at Jason, and notes how he squints against the glaring afternoon. “Remember to reapply your sunscreen when you get back.”

Jason rolls his eyes. “Not everyone is ghost-white like you.”

“You do not have to be ghost-white to get skin cancer.”

Jason grumbles, but when Bruce raises an imperious eyebrow at him, he raises his hands in surrender. “Fine. Whatever you say, boss.”

“Good. And, Jay...” Bruce reaches out, tentative, and puts a hand on his shoulder. “I meant it. You did terrific.”

Jason beams, bright enough to outshine the day, and something in Bruce’s chest uncurls into warmth.

#bruce wayne #jason todd #batman #dc #ALSO THIS IS VAGUELY FILIPINO AU in the sense that . our track meets were alwys SO SO SO HOT like even when u sit on the track u can feel i #BURNINGGGGGG thru ur shorts like owowowoww and also i feel really dizzy when im out there for so long... sun is a deadly lazee #the worst is when i was doing throwinf events cuz thats right out in the field and u have to wait for everyone's turn again and again and #IT WAS SOOOO HOT IT WAS AFTERNOON AROUND 3PM I WAS LITERALLY BURNING UP IN THAT HEAT and there was only one tiny tent for the scorer but TH #SUNLIGHT SLANTED INTO IT SO ACTUALLY THERE WAS BARELY ANY SHADE AJAHWJSGWJDGKEHRKRHFKRBRBEjehwjwhw #also the cramps thing has not happened to me that much since im not a big runner BUT i see it happen a lot to others. ow in sympathy #also the javelin thrower clapping thing. we do this for this one guy from another school bc his throws are simply CRAZY #u start clapping when he bounces in position and then clap along to his bounds forward and then SCREAMM AND CHEER when it's thrown its grea #my fics #batman track and field au

[mc-survivalist-steven]

"...We lost him...!"

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ft @ask-brianmc and @askrikimaru

#mcss #mcaskblog #steven #snowy cottage arc #bbq event redux #[2/4] #also if you try inhale hot steam you will start coughing! #air too hot burns out oxygen and leaves u breathless for a while too :D

[xylophone888]

please ignore that the last one is grindr messages :praying_hands_emoji:

#discworld #am i the only one who noticed the absolute TENSION between dean and ridcully????? they are soooo gay for eachother its unreal #ridcully isnt mad abt the dean changing universities hes just jealous #rincewind #discworld shitposting #my favorite thing ever is making luggage act like a highly curious dog despite it being intelligent enough to fall in love #mustrum ridcully #sketch #oh wizards arent gay? why do they have a yearly event about chasing other men around huh? riddle me that eh #rincewind with eyelashes >>> #<- ponder talking about how rincewind shouldn't stick his face into hexs perpetually 800C hot sometimes burning circuits #silly little thoughts #yes that is an entire glass full of ink yes he will accidentally sip on it and cough for ten minutes straight nonstop #unseen university

[lagosbratzdoll]

The scene where Viserys consents to the c-section on Aemma’s behalf against her wishes is horrifying to watch. She’s literally screaming “no, Viserys, please” as the maester cuts into her. She’d told him that she didn’t want to try for more kids, and then he butchers her for a son. It is particularly sickening because Viserys claims to love her.

The producers said they'd not depict sexual violence against women, and then they do that to Aemma Arryn in literally the first episode. Is that not violence? Is reproductive violence not a form of sexual violence? Is the disregard for Aemma's autonomy not violent?

Furthermore, Viserys largely ignores his sons once he finally has them, so what was the point of Aemma's violent death? In the book, it appears that Viserys married Alicent out of love rather than a desire for sons, which makes more sense. However, the show's depiction of him as complicit in Aemma's brutal death and then neglecting the sons he sacrificed her for lacks coherence.  

#Hell isn't hot enough for everyone involved in that show. #why are all the ages off? #why add violence that wasn't present in the original #why does deamon choke rhaenyra? #why does daemon murder rhea? #why does Laena burn herself to death? #why is Alicent a child bride to an old creep? #why is Rhaenyra passive when her throne is usurped and her daughter murdered? #why is she still crying over a page from almost 20 years ago? #haelena targaryen #being a dreamer is one of the funniest changes to the show #she sees how all her family members including her are going to die brutal deaths if they stay on the path they're on #and she's like that's not my problem #and you know what I respect it #also why does Viserys tout his dream like something positive? #the two most famous dreams in their house are about events of great destruction #alicent hightower #viserys i targaryen #rhaenyra targaryen #aemma arryn #daemon targaryen

[astraltrickster]

I wish I could tell my 9-year old self that no, growing up and getting excited about "boring" things like kitchen appliances isn't sad, because contrary to what people would have you think it DOESN'T tend to totally change who you are as a person and replace everything else you love - they add to what makes you happy, they don't replace a damned thing, and the excitement is VERY genuine

But since I can't do that I'll just put it out here for any younger people who need it

You grow to love "boring" things because they improve your life, not because it's the only thing you're "allowed" to get excited about once you reach a certain age

Also! That stage in life has nothing to do with numerical age; you can fall in love with something "boring" at any time and it feels exactly the same! Loving the new kitchen appliance as an adult is no different from loving the Easy-Bake oven or the first thing you learned to make your own recipes with as a kid! It's not "turning into your parents" (scary), it's bringing out new joy in YOU! It's fucking awesome!

#lpt #personal #in totally unrelated news i put a high-end blender on payment plan and it has been a godsend for my disabled ass #i will never even WANT to go to starbucks again #and this was recommended by buy-it-once groups i'll probably have it for the rest of my life #and i was afraid it would be super loud because it's so powerful but it's actually the quietest blender i've ever owned #and i've owned...a decent fucking few in the ~$15-60 range #that left huge solid chunks after several minutes of blending #and either burned out their motors or stripped their drive gears before long #and did you know that with a sufficiently powerful blender you can make hot soup? #did you know that this works BETTER for cream soups than a stove because you can't burn it to the pan? #with me staring down wrist surgery next month this is probably the best thing i could have done for myself #yes it sounds boring as hell if you havent experienced it lately #but the joy of Holy Shit My Life Just Got So Much Easier is VERY real #believe your loved ones if they say they want a vacuum for [insert major gift-giving event here] #i am as autdhd-engaged over new blender recipes as i am over some of my favorite media #not more so! just equally! #because joys in life are additive! there is no max capacity for them! #the younger you realize this i think the happier youll be

[loveletterworm]

I think i genuinely gave myself a first degree burn on my face with the filling of a hot pocket earlier this is really embarrassing somehow. They weren't lying. That pocket was hot.

#i thought it was just a slightly severe hot food event but its been some time and it still itches the way minor burns do. #how could this happen to me.

[roakkaliha]

onuhrei and jougenie are like.... youd kinda expect jougenie to be the ‘straight man’ or less insane n fucked up one bc thats how she generally presents herself as, but its actually often onuhrei whos like “hey what the fuck” abt jougenies behavior n shit. onuhrei is the one whos super hesitant of messing around with spirits for fucked up science, and shes usually the more stable voice of reason for jougenie instead of the other way around.

#.txt #ocs #jougenie is the voice of reason for stuff like handling business n social events #but she largely lacks the respect n fear towards supernatural stuff when it comes to her mad science bullshit #shes also the more emotionally volatile one even if she bottles it up a lot #she will carry a burning hot grudge to her grave if given the opportunity

[rohirric-hunter]

Also this was never actually announced IIRC but Strength of the Earth now gives you +25% ranged damage for 20 seconds

#lotro #im not sure why they did that because with the new hunter changes i can actually do way more damage than i did before #using all my skills #focus for +25% ranged critical chance and critical multiplier #focus potion for +some% devastate magnitude just in case #burn hot for +40% - 56.5% ranged damage #strength of the earth for +25% ranged damage #switch to strength stance for +5% induction & focus damage #and if you have it a portent of strength from the ill omens event for +20% damage #granted all these things have to be fired off within 5 seconds but if you manage that then they all stack #and i mean technically heart seeker has an induction but ive got multiple sweet sweet induction speed effects #so it basically doesnt #i should start checking to see how much damage i can do in one shot again #theres an effect granted by lothrandir in agoroth that makes me do more damage too #plus in sagroth theres the stolen sorcery effect that can give you another +25% damage #i think the lothrandir one is bigger tho

[little-ajax-56793]

I love being stubborn about random historical interpretations. The American Revolution lasted from the Stamp Act Congress in 1765 to the Treaty of Ghent in 1814. (Treaty of Ghent and not the War of 1812 because fuck Andrew Jackson specifically.) Change my mind. You can't. Anyway the scariest thing about being trans is that I'm going from girl who likes history (sexy) to guy who likes history (red flag)

#mercury mumbles #does that mean we kinda lost bc war of 1812 was a shit show? little bit ngl #but like #presidents washington though madison were all revolutionarys #washington and madison were veterans of the amrev actually #(madison was a colonel but he never saw actual combat just drilled) #majority of major political events from 1781 (yorktown) to 1815 (new orleans) werent expanding on anything they were ESTABLISHING #judicial review powers of exec branch necessary and proper clause etc #and then war of 1812 marks the us's first time defending their sovereignty and truly establishing that britian cant fuck around #and that find out would actually happen #but we did get fucking crushed we lost 1812 BIGTIME they burned down the fucking capital #but the treaty of ghent is the first time england treated america as like. actually seperate. #and then the presidents after madison arent known for being founders anymore. #monroe is a protege of jefferson (honestly i could extend the end point of amrev to monroe doctrine). jqadams is adams son #a jackson was a rev war vet but whats he known for? battle of new orleans! (the war was already over tho. useless and fuck a jackson) #yeah. nerd time. #anyway my apush teacher liked my embargo of 1807 shirt #oh no i just realized that one of my tags up there contains amr/v and its gonna get caught in those tags (censored for hope it wont) #i dont care enough to change it honestly woe amrev fandom my hot takes be upon ye

[kataklizmic]

#Alter Bridge #Pawns & Kings #Live Music #Concert Review #Music Journalism #Arizona #Phoenix #Tempe #Concert #Wolfgang Van Halen #Mammoth WVH #Pistols At Dawn #Burning Hot Events

[l-evxnspotter]

now if you’re looking for a savior, well that’s not me.

you need someone to take your p a i n for you? well that’s not me.

because we’re all broken and sad, where are the dreams that we had?

let’s hope the sun will show us the path

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one was vivacious, while the other was reserved. one was quick to snap, while the other was cool and collected. one was magic. the other was not. that was all that mattered in the end.

“you don’t belong here,” her sister looked past her, like even making eye contact would be repulsive. “maybe it’s better if you stay at school over breaks. do they do that? it’s not fair for them to send all of you people back out to the normal world over the summers.”

“you don’t belong here,” the Pureblood boy looked at her like he was looking at a rat on the street. “you should go back home where you belong. it’s not fair that we have to share our school with people who aren’t really even magic.”

the paranoia kicks in. she wonders if people are laughing at her when she walks away, if her friends really like her, if this whole thing is really just an elaborate prank. she wonders when the rug is going to be pulled out from under her.

but still she loves. she loves her friends, loves her work, loves every single patient she has the honor and privilege to help. she knows it’ll only hurt more when it’s all over, but she can’t help herself.

she will never stop looking over her shoulder, wondering when the good things will go away. but maybe one day she’ll accept that she deserves them.

STATS:

FULL NAME:   lily jean evans

NICKNAME(S):  lil, lilyflower

AGE:   twenty one

DATE OF BIRTH:   january 30th

SIGN: aquarius 

OCCUPATION: healer in training- currently doing rotations, but aiming to specialize in rare magical diseases 

HOUSE: gryffindor

AFFILIATION: the order of the phoenix

FAMILY: muggleborn (rose evans, mother; peter evans, father; petunia evans, sister)

POSITIVE TRAITS: trustworthy,, loyal, dedicated

NEGATIVE TRAITS: stubborn, hotheaded, judgemental, 

BOGGART: it’s petunia, but it’s not petunia. it’s petunia staring lily down with her dark eyes cold, jaw tense, and mouth all pursed like she’s bit into a lemon. lily vividly remembers the first time she saw her boggart, and the way her classmates whispered in confusion. compared to everyone else’s dead parents, giant spiders, or clowns, lily’s seemed tame.

AMORTENTIA: the soda bread her mother taught her to make when she was 9, fresh out of the oven. there’s a crispness to it, like the smell of the sky before it snows. there’s an undertone of burning wood- she supposes if she was outdoorsy, she’d be able to identify the tree. the potion itself discomfits her; she’s never been a fan of the idea of soulmates. she isn’t one to leave things up to fate.

BAD HABITS: the occasional cigarette, picking her cuticles, eating food over the sink instead of at the table, sitting on surfaces that were not meant for sitting

GUILTY PLEASURES: thai takeaway, weed, gossiping

WANTED CONNECTIONS

the first: sweaty hand holding, awkward closed mouth kisses. first love (or at least a first like-like) gone sour, or simply fizzled out.

the obstinate: lily is feverishly passionate about her side of the war, but this person thinks she could be an asset to the other side, and that she could be persuaded to defect. 

the brothers in arms: she loves her colleagues in the order of the phoenix like family. it makes her feel a little less lonely every time she sees others stick up for the rights of people like her.

the apologetic: lily has a sharp tongue- she hurt this muse with it inadvertently. she now has to prove she said what she did out of frustration, not of cruelty. forgiveness is not always easy to earn

the regretful: lily and this muse know they’re on opposite sides of the war. but it’s an open secret, an elephant in the room, because they just enjoy each other’s company. in a different world, perhaps they could even be real friends. 

the exhausted: long hours at st. mungos go by faster when this muse is around- maybe they’re also a Healer, maybe they’re a frequent patient, or maybe they hang around for another reason, but it makes the night shifts more bearable to have a friendly face around. 

#her tags will all be lorde lyrics bc i went to a lorde concert this week and i just love her. #--- and you know we're on each other's team (muse) #--- my hot blood's been burning for so many summers now (face) #--- it's just another graceless night (events) #--- all your mystical ambitions won't let you down (edits) #--- it feels so scary getting old (asks) #--- watch you flick them down like dominoes (threads)

[rad-bitch-sad-bitch]

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#I have survived work event day 1 #and I am v drunk #and have burned like 5 layers of skin off my chin from hot pizza #but I survived somehow #personal

[snoopypilled]

we asked girls what they think about since boys think about the roman empire, girl dinner, girl math, girl logic, let me explain world events to girls using shopping and boys as metaphors, not wearing makeup makes u a pick me, being butch somehow also makes u a pick me, so does being fat or ugly, hot girls read, hey if ur struggling financially or ur almost 18 and dont know what to do with ur life let me tell u how much money i made as a stripper doesnt that sound so much more fun than an office job, preventative botox, chemical peels that burn off the first three layers of ur skin, teen girls with 20 step skincare routines, a day in my life as a stay at home girlfriend, bimbocore, and this is all feminist actually do u want to kill urself yet

[thepeacock-prince]

tag drop

#tag drop #♚ all eyes on me; i feel like i'm a superstar (chat) #♚ i burned all the place down 'cause I'm too f*cking hot (photo) #♚ you do it for the money; i do it to become immortal (muse) #♚ there's no setback that will stop me (event) #♚ yesterday i was the calm because today i will be the storm (task) #♚ because i know that even if you've hated me; you'll sing my name (thoughts) #♚ i'll be the fire and the ice (music) #♚ and i touch the sun but i don’t fall (outfit) #♚ so I want you all out of here; out of my kingdom; this is my home (headcanon) #♚ do you have any idea how it feels; having the world in your hands (question) #♚ i wanna be the first man you look at tonight (cissa) #♚ even the prettiest rose has it's thorns (andressa) #♚ despise those who have less than you; and praise those above (family) #♚ i've been preparing my waltz with the devil (death eaters)

[jyoongim]

Hey, so I LOVED your Alastor x doe reader with synced heat/rut fanfic! I was just wondering if maybe we could get some aftercare? Like say, Al is all smitten now that he's calmed down and just cooes over her plush body, yknow, just regular malewife material :)

THANK YOUUUUUUU X <3

Read this one first!!

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You woke up with a groan. 

Your body was sore all over.

You blinked, trying to gauge your surroundings. 

You were in your room. 

You no longer had that burning need to be fucked and filled.

 Your heat had been sated.

You stretched and winced, feeling the stickiness of cum between your legs. You rolled over in your nest, finding the space occupied.

A surprised squeak left your lips when large hands pulled you into a warm mass.

”Good morning my doe” a raspy voice said, sharp teeth nipping at your shoulder.

Alastor!

You purred as the demon pressed soft kisses along your neck and shoulder, snuggling into him. You blushed remembering the night event before 

“O-oh good morning” you said softly looking up at the deer.

You and Alastor had mated.

He mated with you…

oh

my 

Satan!

He nestled his head in the crook of your neck, chest rumbling in a purr “How are you feeling?”

Sore. Thats how you were feeling but you felt happy and filled with dopamine.

”better. T-thank you for…for last night” you averted your gaze to his chest flush, fingers twirling.

He hummed “it was my pleasure dear. You were such a good girl”

You realized you were naked and went to cover yourself, but Alastor stopped you “Theres no need to hide yourself. I am your mate, there’s no need for modesty in the nest”

Your ears perked as you blinked at him “You dont mind being mated to me?” Your heart was fluttering.

He let out a chuckle “Of course not! You have no idea how long I’ve waited to bed you. I admit i would have preferred courting methods but here we are all the same”

His eyes looked over your body, marred with marks and bruises from your rutting.

Your belly grumbled and you blushed. He smirked “hungry?” You nodded and watched as he heaved himself up and walked to your closet.

Towels. He snapped his fingers and a tub of water appeared.

He gathered you in his arms, settling you in his lap as he washed you. Rinsing you of dried cum and blood. You saw his eyes light up seeing your cunt drip with his cum.

Once you were clean, clean pajamas were on your body and a hot plate of food appeared.

Fruits and water.

You happily grabbed the fruits and munched as Alastor massaged the knots out your body.

You pierced a berry with your claw and held it to his lips.

”You need to eat too” you said sweetly, making the overlord smile and wrap his lips around the fruit and your finger.

Once the plate was empty he snapped his fingers and it disappeared and his normal attire manifested on his person.

He set you on your bed and you watched as he cleaned up your room, discarding your ruined bedding and cleaning your nest.

You giggled when his shadow wrapped around you, cooing at you.

”Why dont you rest for the remainder of the day my dear? You took a lot last night” Alastor scratched your head as he tucked you into bed. You pouted, usually you opted for fresh air, but you were still very tired. 

You nodded “Won’t you stay?” Your big doe eyes looked at him. Alastor smiled, leaning down to press a kiss to your pouty lips “Ill be back doe. Dont worry your pretty head. Just rest until I come back”

Your eyes grew heavy and you snuggled in your bed. Alastor’s shadow stayed behind, eerily chirping and cooing quietly as it watched over you.

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Alastor smiled softly as you snored.

His eyes raked over you.

 You were beautiful.

His beautiful doe.

His beautiful mate.

Your fur had adapted some of his colorings, streaks of red blending in your natural coloring.

He never thought he would mate with another demon, but he was happy to be bonded to you.

He had moved all your things to his room and had prepared a nice warm bubble bath for you.

Unlike him, does typically needed more care after a rough heat. So he took it upon himself to make sure you were pampered and rested.

After all…

You were stuck with him forever…might as well get comfortable with with spoiling you at any given chance.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #alastor #hazbin hotel fanfiction #alastor x reader #jyoongim #alastor the radio demon #alastor x y/n #alastor hazbin hotel #alastor smut